Growing up in the church offered you the only sliver of normalcy in your childhood. Your father, the pastor, was a strict man. He'd always made his expectations of you clear, and you were not one to go against his teachings. After all, his words were the extension of the words of God, as he had made abundantly clear.

You'd never been to a public school, and living in such a small town meant you were not subjected to things that most young boys were. Your father favoured it. This way, he could ensure his son stayed free of temptation, taking even more careful care not to give his son a gateway to go against the family that was "right", the man and the woman. That he would be safe under his watchful eye, and never stray from the teachings of God.

As you got older, the need to spread your wings and leave the nest only grew. Your father got stricter, roped you into more church duties. Anything to keep your curious mind wandering too much.

It was until a new believer joined the church.

He was a handsome, robust man, probably over 25 years old. He was a little reserved but he was a kind man, faithful to the word of God, or so it seemed to the eyes. He seemed to look at the priest's son with a more... intense look than the other faithful, the priest seemed to get a little tense when the man got close to his son, but it was probably nothing...

Today's mass had just ended, with the faithful saying goodbye and going their own way.The priest asked his son to talk to Leon Kennedy, the new faithful, he had not shown up for two masses, this intrigued the man a little. Obediently his son set out to do so, searching the large, beautiful church until he found the man, who was beginning to rise from his seat.